103. You Tricked Us!

Charlotte’s POV

“Elliot?!”

I remembered that he was the person who followed me up to the 104th floor a year ago and tried to get me to stop looking for more proof of everything. After all, how could I stop if that's how my dad died? Exactly how my mother died fourteen years ago. Then I softly shook my head and wiped the tears that were running down my face. "Why are you doing this to me?!"

"Why do you ask me a question to which you already know the answer?" Elliot asked.

Then he pulled out his gun and smiled at me, saying, "I think you need to sleep." He then hit me on the forehead with the gun, which numbed my whole body, and I passed out right away.

In the dark, empty room where I woke up, my body was tied to a chair, and my mouth was taped back on. Fear and worry made me cry. I thought that if I didn't get away soon, it might be the end of me. I looked up when I realized there was no other way out of this empty room. Elliot opened the door and turned on the light. He smiled at